The Extent of Our Sorrow

As tears disappearing in the rain, so short is our time on this Earth. Why then do some of us want to make it shorter still? Why, in that short amount of time, is there so much sorrow for some? Could it be that without the pain we could not know the joy of being truly alive? These are merely the musings of a worn out, heart-broken old man. Will I ever know the answers to these questions? Are any of us meant to know? Untill next time...

Well, well, here we are! America has a new president. Will he work for the "common man", or will he line the pockets of the rich man? We will see come January. Untill then, Mr. Obama, untill then!

In other news, I am still babysitting for the grandkids. I had them every day last week, including Sunday, as their mom and dad had to work! It seems like they teach me something new every day. The little grandson(age 4 yrs.) is now so adept at handling my computer that I am not afraid to let him go it alone! He cannot read yet, but he manages just fine. Just the other day he told me some words that were on-screen. Pretty good for a little guy like him.

I have tried to teach him a few words. I think he "reads" them purely by memory. Oh well, any landing you can walk away from...be cool boys and girls!

Ass-Kissing 101

I would first like to say "hi" to a new follower, Liz in Virginia. Hi, Liz! Now, you must remember, I am an old Biker, so it can get rough in here sometimes. Having said that, welcome aboard.

I am currently TRYING to read a book entitled "Plan of Attack", by Bob Woodward. If that name sounds familiar, he also wrote some other books, most notably "All the President's Men", back in the 1970's. It was all about the Nixon involvement in the Watergate breakins. I say I am trying to read this book because it is so hard to see a once-great author sink to this level!

Mr. Woodward has his nose so far up George Bush's ass, he should check on the health of the man's colon! Nowhere in the book does Mr. Bush do any wrong! I just don't understand HOW the media can never fault this man!(Bush) How many more of our young soldiers must die for Mr. Bush to be vindicated for starting this endless war? How many more American lives are worth the oil we get? I say not one! I would rather WALK than waste another young American life in Iraq!

Five years into this war, and there is no end in sight. This was bound to happen! Did Vietnam teach us nothing? Did the war in Afghanistan that Russia waged for just over ten years teach us nothing? Every day I watch the news, and they up-date the number of Americans lost in the war. Every day I curse George Bush a little more. It does no good, but I do it anyway.

And today we elect a new president.....or do we? We all recall how Mr. Bush got in office. With lying and cheating. Am I the only one to find something strange in the fact that the only state in the Union to have "ballot problems" in the 2000 election was Florida? The state where Mr. Bush's BROTHER was,and still is, the governor? Hmmm, kind of makes you wonder?

Still Crap

I still hate this new site. The actual problem is that I hate change, most men do. If it weren't for the fact that I hate change, I would have already walked out on my wife! She deserves no special treatment, as what she did was unforgivable. I will never forve her, nor will I forget.

On a lighter note...oh, wait, there is no lighter note, as she destroyed my life! I am now stuck with a woman that I will never trust again! "Damaged Goods" is all that she is...no good to me.

This Is Bulls##t

I don't like this new site! Strange how the price of AOL just went up recently, and they are actually cutting features! What a way to drive away customers! They must be leaving in droves. I would be one of the rats jumping ship, except my wife and daughter like AOL's features....the ones that are left, anyway.

So, this past Saturday the youngest girl threw a Halloween Party. Word at school is that the kids had a good time! The ol' lady got a bit loopy, but all was well. my daughter is friends with one boy that I am afraid will never make it to adulthood. He is always depressed, and just recently quit school because of the other kids fucking with him. It is a shame, really, that in this day and time, we still have bullies in schools.

Did Columbine and other school shootings not teach anyone anything? The days of the bully are dead...as dead as those at Columbine. If you think that shooting spree was anything other than retribution, then you are way behind the curve, my friend. Wake up, pal!

In other news, I am still babysitting the grandkids, and thourghly lovin' it! The little boy is a blast. And the stories he can tell! Sometimes he just spends about an hour bending my ear with some incredible story about how he is a Power Ranger, and taking care of bad guys! I think he has found my muse, and she is woking for him! Now, if I can just get the drunk little minx to come back to me!

Be good guys and girls!

Welcome One and All

Well, here we are in the new place! If you are already one of my "minions", then you know just what to expect to see here. If you are new to my journal, hang on, cause this can get to be a fairly wild ride at times. Be cool guys and girls!

It's Been A While

So, here I finally am, back again. I need to get here far more often than once every month! I am just about worn out caring for my grandkids everyday! And, my health has taken a turn for the worse.

 

      For about three weeks now, I have been battling a bad case of shingles. It decided to open up on my right side, just where my belt-line is. Even if you have no idea what shingles is, don't worry. It cannot be spread, and is caused by the same virus that causes chicken pox. And that, in turn, is a form of Herpes. According to the doc, it lays dormant along both sides of your spine, and can jump up and bite you at any time. It seems that if your nervous system is already stressed, it can come up easily.

 

        I think we all know just "who" stresses me the most right now, hmmm? Oh, and the best part? My blood-sugar readings have been off the charts with this extra shit bothering me. But, evidently, someone "up there" is not finished fucking with me just yet! "Ah, sleep, those little slices of Death, how I abhore them". Edgar Allen Poe...what can I say, the man was gifted.

 

         What does that line mean to me? Quit teasing me, and let's get on with the business of Death! Never has one person given up so much to be treated so badly as I.